Стихотворения

LAMENT FOR THE YEOMEN

And now is come the war, the war:
And now is come the war, the war:
And now is come the war, the war.
War! War!

For soldiers are they gone now:
For soldiers all.
Soldiers and soldiers!
All! All!

Soldiers must die, must die.
Soldiers all must die.
Soldiers and soldiers and soldiers
Must die.

What man is there to kiss now,
To kiss, to kiss,
О white soft body, this
Thy soft sweet whiteness?

(1918)

ПЛАЧ ПО РАТНИКУ

Как в недобрый час да пришла война,
Да пришла война, началась война,
Как пришла-началась
Война.

Как солдаты все на войну ушли,
На войну ушли, воевать ушли,
Воевать ушли
На войну.

Не вернуться им с поля бранного,
С поля бранного, окаянного,
С поля бранного
Им не встать.

А и некому обнимать меня,
Обнимать меня, целовать меня,
Белу грудь мою
Целовать.

(1918)

TO SYLVIA BEACH

(following the publication of Ulysses)

Who is Sylvia, what is she
That all our scribes commend her?
Yankee, young and brave is she
The west this grace did lend her,
That all books might published be.

Is she rich as she is brave
For wealth oft daring misses?
Throngs about her rant and rave
To subscribe forUlysses